A humorous song from 1846.
Words and music by Jacob Beuler.
Sheet music 1890s reprint from Hart & Co.:
Accompaniment by Ross Boyle:
Lyrics
- A long time in one house had lived
The merry Mister Clay
Till he to please his new made wife
One morning moved away
That very day he was engaged
To dine at “The Blue Boar”
And there he went and drank his fill
Besides “a Bottle more”
Encore, encore! “a bottle more”
Encore a bottle more - He stopp’d and drank out all the folks
As well as lights and wine
And then cried “Waiter bring my hat
Not that, that isn’t mine”
“It must be your’s no other’s left”
Oh, Waiter you’re a sad one
It doesn’t fit, and what is worse
It’s such a shocking bad one
It doesn’t fit and what is worse
It’s such a shocking bad one - At last he toddled off, by wine
Almost bereft of sense
And naturally his legs took him
To his old residence
Where on that day as he moved out
Some other folks moved in
Who much fatigued, slept sound till Clay
A knocking did begin
Singing tol de rol de riddle lol
Ri fol de rol de ray - He rapped and rung and said, surprised
“Why don’t they open the door?
My wife’s asleep, I wish I’d stopped
And had a bottle more”
He knocked again, a man looked out
And said, “Pray, who are you?
And Clay replied, “It’s I my dear,
The door, come open do
Encore! Encore! a bottle more
The door come open do - “Oh, I’ll my dear you,” said the man
While Clay, for fear he’d fall
The knocker held fast, till a voice
“Come, let it go” did bawl
Said Clay, “That’s very easy spoke
But I have studied cocker
And this I know, that down I go
If I let go the knocker
And this I know, that down I go
If I let go the knocker” - Police was called, and Clay was charged
And put into the cage
In vain he swore it was his house
And foamed with jealous rage
At last o’er powered he fell asleep
And that revived reflection
And he awoke not much refreshed
Except in recollection
And he awoke not much refreshed
Except in recollection - When taken to the Magistrate
Clay pardon did implore
“Your Worship I was forced to stop
And take a bottle more
Which stole my memory, and made
Me to my old house stray
And make a fuss, for I’d forgot
That I had moved away
And make a fuss, for I’d forgot
That I had moved away - The Justice shook his head and said
Because you choose to soak
And eke an extra bottle crack
The peace must not be broke
You shall be fined for being drunk
And knocking at the door
Five shillings you must pay and that
Is just a bottle more
So pay, encore a bottle more
Yes, just one bottle more